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He decided to follow him to see what this "half-orc" was up to.
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Alexei's mercenary career is a legend filled with bloodshed and violence.
He initially served in the famous Wagnerian mercenary group, throwing himself into the war-torn lands of Eastern Europe.
However, after his old leader's world-shaking "Operation Mozambique with a Knife" failed, he transferred to Belarus with his troops.
But fate always seems to play tricks. Not long after, the old leader's plane crashed unexpectedly, and no one on board survived.
Upon receiving this news, Alexei keenly sensed danger.
He sensed that if he stayed in Wagner, he would likely become the cheapest "filler" on the battlefield.
So he made a quick decision and, together with five trusted old brothers, resolutely broke away from Wagner.
Afterwards, they accepted a recruitment offer from the UAE and traveled to Sudan in Africa to begin a new chapter in their mercenary careers.
The intensity of combat there cannot be compared to that in Eastern Europe, but its bloodshed and barbarity are absolutely no less.
For the first time in his life, Alexei witnessed a mass grave where people fell like harvested wheat, countless bodies were carelessly thrown into a huge pit, forming a literal "mass grave."
Blood soaked the cracked earth, and the air was perpetually filled with an overwhelming stench of blood.
During that period, he truly had a blast "killing".
The only downside was that the UAE's payment was not generous, and Sudan itself was an impoverished country, so the profits that could be plundered from the local area were meager.
Therefore, when he heard about the five million dollar bounty on "The Fox" from the intermediary, he accepted the job without hesitation and immediately flew to Tokyo from war-torn Sudan with his brothers.
Alexei was unconvinced by the agent's claim that "the fox's whereabouts are still unknown."
As a seasoned veteran of the battlefield, his philosophy is that rather than passively chasing after the target's trail, it is better to take the initiative and force the target to reveal itself.
Don't foxes like to fight for justice?
Alright, then let's kill everyone the "fox" saved, along with their families!
Then, they deliberately spread their whereabouts.
Can the "fox" tolerate such a blatant slap in the face?
Certainly not!
Alexei was absolutely confident that he could deal with the fox once it was provoked and showed itself.
In his view, the things that "the fox" has done so far are nothing more than trivial matters.
Compared to a professional mercenary like him who has crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, they are not even on the same level.
He twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle roared and sped through the Tokyo night.
He contacted his partner on the other end via Bluetooth headset: "How's Pudding?"
"It was so delicious, I've already finished it all."
A relaxed reply came through the earpiece.
Upon hearing the pre-arranged code, Alexei's last shred of concern vanished.
The "pudding" he was referring to was not a dessert, but a highly explosive substance.
They have secretly planted explosives at two different locations in Tokyo.
After all, if they wanted "the fox" to know their location, the information would inevitably end up in the hands of the police.
They need to have the power to threaten the police and avoid being arrested.
Alexei didn't want to become a millionaire in prison.
He twisted the accelerator and accelerated, the engine roaring as it caught up with an ordinary-looking family sedan in front of him.
Inside the car, the girl was chatting happily with her mother, while the father driving also had a smile on his face, creating a harmonious family atmosphere.
Alexei's left hand quietly slipped inside his leather jacket, where a loaded pistol was concealed.
He planned to kill the whole family right there and then, as a declaration of war against "The Fox".
However, just as his fingertips were about to touch the gun handle...
"Cuck!"
A hoarse, unpleasant caw came from overhead without warning.
Following closely behind was a chilling killing intent, as cold as a Siberian cold front.
Alexei's hair stood on end instantly.
He rarely felt this terrifying killing intent, which was almost tangible, even on the most brutal battlefields!
who is it? !
He tried to turn his head to find the source of the murderous intent, but found that his body was completely out of his control.
My neck felt like it was being held firmly in place by an invisible iron clamp, leaving me only able to stare stiffly ahead.
What terrified him even more was that his hand gripping the handlebars involuntarily turned the motorcycle, causing it to veer sharply off the main road and onto a side road.
The family inside the car had no idea that a catastrophic disaster had silently vanished without a trace with that single crow's cry.
……
Alexei was completely unable to control his body. Under his "driving," the motorcycle twisted and turned through the complex streets and alleys, finally stopping deep in a quiet, deserted, and dimly lit alley.
He turned off the engine and stiffly stepped off the motorcycle.
None of this was his intention; he felt like a puppet being manipulated by invisible threads.
"What...what the hell is going on?!"
Alexei's pupils contracted due to extreme fear.
He remained calm even amidst gunfire because he understood the rules of war and knew that there were only two possible outcomes: life or death.
But what was happening before his eyes was completely beyond his comprehension.
He couldn't understand it, couldn't predict it; the immense fear brought by the unknown was like a cold tide, instantly overwhelming his resilient nerves.
"Cuck!"
Another crow's caw echoed through the quiet alley, sounding particularly eerie.
Alexei turned around stiffly.
Then, he witnessed the most terrifying scene of his life.
In the shadows on the ground ahead, a human-shaped silhouette is slowly rising, and the dark substance covering its body peels away and dissipates like fragments.
A crow flapped its wings and quietly landed on the right shoulder of the person who had suddenly appeared.
The man wore a slightly worn fox mask and a long, dark purple cloak over a black uniform in the style of the German army during World War II. A katana was prominently displayed on his left hip.
An overwhelming sense of oppression, as if a tangible mountain were pressing down on him, was suffocating him.
Alexei's forehead instantly broke out in a dense layer of cold sweat.
Hey, hey... are you kidding me!
But nobody told him that this "fox" was a "saint"!
He himself is not a follower of Orthodox Christianity, but being born in Russia, he was inevitably influenced by what he saw and heard.
The sight of manipulating shadows, commanding crows, and appearing out of thin air is clearly beyond the capabilities of ordinary humans.
No! wrong!
This is not a saint!
This is clearly a devil wearing a cross!
Alexei immediately and frantically denied his previous idea in his mind.
Because if the other party is a "saint", then wouldn't one who is an enemy of the "saint" become an evil "devil"?
Only when the other party is the "devil" can he be "God's child" and the side of justice!
Although he had never believed in these things before, faced with absolute power and the unknown, he now preferred to believe that God was real and desperately hoped that God would be on his side.
"Why did you try to pull out a gun and kill her just now?"
A calm voice came through the fox mask, interrupting his chaotic thoughts.
Through the crow's vision, Aozawa had already recognized the girl in the car as Takei Tomomi, whom he had saved earlier.
Alexei, quick-witted, tried to fabricate a lie: "Yes, someone ordered me to do this!"
"you are lying."
Qingze stated this calmly, while raising his right hand.
Alexei's right hand involuntarily rose as well.
He looked at his hands, his eyes filled with terror.
Qingze stepped forward, pinched Alexei's index fingernail, and began to peel the nail upwards from the fingertip little by little.
"Ugh... Waaaaah!"
A piercing pain surged through his brain. Alexei wanted to scream, but found that he had lost the right to make a sound again, and could only squeeze out suppressed and painful whimpers from deep in his throat.
"I don't like it when people lie to me."
Qingze's voice remained calm, devoid of any emotion, "For every lie you tell later, I'll break off a fingernail."
He paused, his tone carrying a chilling coldness that filled Alexei with despair:
"If you are confident that you have an iron will and can endure any torture without ever uttering a sound, then you are welcome to try my methods."
As soon as he finished speaking, Alexei felt the constriction in his throat disappear, and he regained the ability to speak.
"Ha ha……"
He was breathing heavily.
If he were free to move at this moment, he would not hesitate to end his own life with a single shot to avoid this inhuman torture.
But in a desperate situation where even suicide was impossible, he didn't believe he could bear the pain that followed.